Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We need a way to contain those things... - Riley!

- Are we havin' a conversation? - What? No!

is that job security all boils down to one simple thing.

- Some vamp get rough with you? - He's not getting any gentler.

Lots of 'em. Money's been exchanged.

Riley talks about me?

We started talking. First about tactics, missions, stuff like that.

They're breeders, Buffy. One turns into ten. Ten become a hundred.

The plan was to track it, let the demon take us to its nest.

Yeah. Better no guy than the wrong guy, that's for sure.

- He can't afford a hotel. - Why are you defending him?

- Can you shut him up? - Not so far.

Tell you what. Tomorrow, I'll bring home the Fisherman's Nuggets with cheese.

Oh, this is worse then, is it? This is you tellin' me...

- Human? - His traffic isn't.

Look... You think this was easy for me?

- The wedding. - Which will be over soon.

Now, I'm not advertising this to the missis... but you're still quite the hottie.

They were working the dark magics, and... got addicted.

Yeah. Just follow the villages with nothing in them but body parts.

You have been tracking this thing as a couple for two days straight,

I can't do the magics.

See, this seating chart makes no sense. We have to do it again.

This isn't the way I wanted it, but something's come up. Somthing big.

I'm sorry this is all so sudden. If we get a minute, I'd like to sit down...

- No problem. - Maybe not for you.

So our wedding... is not our marriage.

and this takes a while,

Gone, as in, there's nothing left.

Know where we're going?

The whole husband-wife tag-team demon-fighting thing?

My first firefight, I met Riley.

- You know Machiavelli? - Tall guy, bleached mullet, day shifts?

You know, vampires in the general population sense.

Well, gotta motor. Don't wanna be late for night school.

Buffy. Wait! Buffy!

But if I did call she wouldn't hang up on me.

It's the fear of getting caught, then?

- Why not? - Dawn.